Fuck you, I’m not a good damned idiot headline is fuck you.

“not”? What is this, 1998?

I am now sad.

Well....crap.

Become taller, I guess?

The Fiat 500. Look, I know what you’re thinking: “But all teh reviews! The REVIEWS!” I don’t care. I read them. Meh. I mean, look at it? It’s ridiculous in every way. It’s tiny, it’s skinny, it has a short wheel base, and all of 1.4 mighty liters. I’m pretty sure I’ve had lawnmowers with more power. And more…

I need to start an auto consulting business. I do everything you do! WEll, except I only do it for people I know and like. And for free. And I do it for people I don’t like, but I force them to buy soul crushing vehicles so I can watch their souls erode...

That is quite impressive, for sure.

To which I reply:

Maybe YOU don’t....

“(ii) the image of women being sprinkled here and there just for men to gawk at”

I don’t understand what you are saying. Far as I’m concerned, there’s Corvette Racing, and those other guys who occasionally get in the way for funsies. ;0)

So is my birthday....

Congrats, bro!

My stove on any given day:

So sad for both of them that they’re wrong.

The Corvette is an Iconic American Sports Car, not a muscle car. Those didn’t come around until 1964.

I drive a damned Fiat 500 Abarth. Take your pick.

Silly. It’s a prototype specific stealth light.

Sounds like you live in Ohio....